I pull my notebook from my bag and Town and Country stops to look at it. “Very nice,” he says. “It’s Gaudi. From Spain,” I reply. He nods appreciatively – at what I do not know. That he likes the notebook or that he likes that the notebook is Gaudi and from Spain or what. And from where and why I decided to tell him that it was Gaudi and from Spain is beyond me. I went to Spain in 2003 – the last vacation I went on. Yes, I went to India in 2008 – but I assure you – that was NO vacation.
I lightly toss the tape measure from one hand to the other (this is about as sporty as I get) and peer into the kitchen for rats. Town and Country has switched on the light and stands next to me. He does not wear cologne. Pity – I ADORE a good smelling man, and if he is in a suit – swooooon. So perhaps it is good that Town and Country is not wearing cologne or a suit – for my sake.
“I have traps,” he says. “Excuse me?” I ask, I am still wondering if he is talking about trapping the rats, or me. “For the rats, they won’t bother you,” he assures. “They won’t come out during the day,” he reassures. Phew – on both accounts, no trapping me, not seeing rats.
I quickly sketch out the kitchen. Then I pull the dumb end of the tape measure (where 0 would be) and hand it to him. “What am I to do with this?” he asks. “Hold it,” I reply and begin taking length and width measurements. I measure the cabinets, sink, stove, fridge and floor-to-height dimension. OMG. Look at me – maybe I could have done this for a living. Once the measurements are mapped out I turn and face Town and Country.
“What’s your vision?” I ask. “Or are you open?” He raises a brow. I quickly add, “….to ideas about the kitchen.” He smirks. “They have these soup to nuts kitchen stores in the City. What do you think of them?” he asks. Hhhmm – this is the first I am hearing of such a concept – I can only assume that they are high end. “Let me do some research,” I suggest.
He nods and goes to the computer in the dining room. “Come, help me select a toilet,” he says.